[Intro: Hurricane Chris]

You know you’re ratchet

(I ain’t no ratchet)

Man

(You got me fucked up, you know what take me home)

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]

Aye, off top I’m a ratchet nigga

So you already know I’m getting ratchet with it

Cause everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em

[Verse 1: Hurricane Chris]

This for the nigga who be stunting in his baby momma car

Ran out of gas in his baby momma car

When his baby momma call he ain’t gon' answer the phone

Cause he know she gon’ tell him to bring your ratchet ass home

Tonight we going hard ‘till the lights come on

Tell the DJ “Play that Hurricane”, that’s my song

Took a break for a minute, now I’m back in my zone

And don’t nobody try to jack him cause he packin’ that chrome

In the club spending money, but I like beer do

That’s ratchet as hell, girl, shame on you

He done paid five hundred for the brand new Jay's And had on the same clothes for the last two days

Your sister, brother, auntie, uncle 50 years old in the club with they youngsters

Your niece off of the leash

17, but be tellin’ people she 23

Damn, I’m just keepin’ G

Everybody got some ratchet in ‘em, even me

She know I hit her sister, but she still let me beat

I done done that shit so many times I can’t speak

Now that’s the definition of a real live freak

And I’m the definition of a real life beast

So drop it to the floor, bust it open, I want to see

The way she workin’ that pole I might just throw her a G

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]

Aye, off top I’m a ratchet nigga

So you already know I’m getting ratchet with it

Cause everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]

Booty shots lookin' good, Maliah-thick

Pretty face, god damn, she need her teeth fixed

And her cousin real bad, she petite-thick

But her breath smell like she been eating shit

I need to look in the mirror, I'm sorry

5 different baby mamas, should be on Maury

My cousin ratchet, he be sexin' my cousin

My boy on Instagram flexin', that ain't even his money

I know this girl out the hood she be flossin’, stop

My boy got them drawers for a Michael Kors watch

My little dog touched down, I call feds

Stole a lot of mixes, ratchet ass back in jail

I know this girl getting money, she a hustler

But she had her uncle, the nephews, the brothers

I know this chick threw up on my stick

Wipe myself off, put it back in her mouth, ratchet

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]

Aye, off top I’m a ratchet nigga

So you already know I’m getting ratchet with it

Cause everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em

[Verse 3: Hurricane Chris]

Uh, she be trying to act perfect

Hundred dollar bill, she ain’t even much worth it

Ah, girl you know you’re ratchet

Instagram flexin’ with income taxes

Louis Vuitton purse so yeah she lookin’ classy

But her kid sleepin’ on an air mattress

New pants, new shoes and a Gucci coat

Eviction notice on a nigga’s front door

“Be out by tomorrow” - that’s what it say

But he was runnin’ around acting like he had cake

Yeah, everybody got some ratchet in ‘em

Some got a lot and some got a little

Uh, I be doing my thing

I keep a bunch of bad yellow-bones hollin’ my name

Before we get back to the room, I be gettin’ some brain

Getting some brain? Yup, getting some brain

I got my niggas with me too so we runnin’ a train

I like to hit ‘em from the back while they wearin’ my chain

I’mma make it hurricane, we ain’t makin’ it rain

Make-make makin' it rain, we the ratchet gang

[Chorus: Hurricane Chris]

Aye, off top I’m a ratchet nigga

So you already know I’m getting ratchet with it

Cause everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em, ratchet in 'em

Everybody got some ratchet in 'em

Everybody, everybody got some ratchet in 'em